Hurt Someone (2015)

Текст песни Dj Quick and Twiztid, The Dogg Pound - Hurt Someone (2015)

Dogg Pound Gangstas
Yeah nigga, ride

I came from the darkness, the hardest place ever to mark this
Body outline chalk style, look at the carcass
Creep with me, as I roll you down the dimly lit
Amber tinted streets of Compton
A place where niggas throw grenades in the cemetery
I don't even get it, the hatred is pretty scary
And since everybody's with it, it tends to get them to blurry
Until they snuff the right niggas out and it's calm again
To the niggas on the porch smoking bomb again
Now they could be in the suburbs on them brightly painted curbs
Puffing the herb and looking for somebody to swerve on
But no, it's back to the hood again
Where the enemies prospects look good again
Where the packs keep moving and the products got us caught up
And fucking our own lot up and having our own niggas shot up
It ain't us, wake up, it ain't us, wake up

From something to nothing, it's truly amazing
Like whimsical brush lines on Bob Ross paintings
But this is psycho art, meaning the
Portrait will consist of body parts
Of unsuspecting victims, a leg and an arm
A face and a mouth hole
Becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo
Exchange chains like center bites and hook flesh
Now you're covered in blood, ma don't you look fresh
Picture it perfect like a photo shoot
Rehearse, research the product and spit it up in the vocal booth
Melodramatic and addict of wickedness
And the essence that we exude attacking people like a sickness

We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone
We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some

You ain't even worth the download
We come in six different covers, you ain't even got a bar code
I'm in the sold out club rocking the bomb show
While you stand outside selling your CD's for survival
I'm a revival of the wickedness
You want the title? Come and get it
This is not even your sickest spit
You put it in and a half of what I can hit you with
And I'm betting about sixteen seconds you'll be still in it
I'm limitless with an interest
In inventing a new way to rid us of all of your wack existence
For instance, fuck resistance
All who ain't down will get dealt with, it's business
I'll leave your chinless like a birth defect
Or kidnap your pops and put your old earth to rest
And I'll suggest another way to impress
All the people in your life that you call friends

We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone
We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some

We came here to bring the drama and fear
To clear it up perfectly, will it hit the CD?
Prepare it like a ghost, I'm America most
West coast, fuck you up motherfucker, leave you comatose
Fresh out the dungeon, I run this to a T
Daz Dillinger, Dillinger, nigga DPG
Old school, new school, Diggy acts a fool
Get vicious with the two, breaking all the rules
Spray your block up, knock up the baddest bitches
Homie catch a hot one if you ain't paying attention
This is what I do, you gots to pay to punk
Recognize, realize, a motherfucking punk nigga

I'm inflamed, causing inferno
Inflamate, everything from your neck to your sternum
Kurupt, D.A., motherfucking giving emcees
Infantries of amazing degrees
Too much turmoil, hood turn to toil
I got these special edition Chucks
Especially made for Snoop, that's Kurupt
They call biscuits, D-O double G-Y
Biscuits, the bitches love them, wanna see why?
Keep on yacking and I'ma kick back, ride
Kick him dead in his chest and bust him in his eye
Stomping on all your homies who tryna ask why, cuz

We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone
We just came here to hurt somebody
We just came here to hurt someone, someone, want some